04-24-2015, 10:38 AM
there's no religion that could save me
no matter how long my knees are on the floor
i'll pick up these broken pieces 'til i'm bleeding
if that'll make it right
The colt's inky bay ears perk when Kreios makes an attempt to satisfy Nihlus' queer questions. He's pleased with the effort, at least, and the insulted air around him dissipates. "I've never been to the Dale. What's it like there?" He's genuinely interested, for unlike his few spot companion, Nihlus has a burning thirst to see all, do all, conquer all. He wants to be large, he wants to be remembered. Perhaps Cerva and Daemron do not, but for however much he is a part of them, he is also his complete own person.
Kreios winces almost imperceptibly, giving cause for Nihlus to be mildly intrigued, for the gesture could simply have been a shiver, or a blink. His dark skin twitches slightly, though from curiosity or the heat, he cannot be sure. He struggles with whether or not to comment on his slight pain, but in the end, Kreios is speaking again, and Nihlus brushes the incident from his consciousness.
"Oh dear me, no." An attempt at a charming smile turns sour as his lips split into his signature chaotic grin. Everything scrunched or pulled in the wrong places, endearing and volcanic. "I've but two parents, same as anyone. I was referencing my grand parents, mostly on my mother's side. My grandmother is Queen Scorch, you know." The revelation of his princehood is revealed casually, for the young man has no binding ties to the fire-woman who he may or may not have met - magical interference with time lines truly does cause headaches, so he moves on from the point.
"But enough about me. Who are your parents?" His voice is heavy, but it always has been throughout the conversation. He asks the question purposefully, but his glowing blue eyes are more sincere than cruel. Since the beginning the boy has had a need to know things, to know everything. Knowing about this Kreios is just another piece of the puzzle, you'll find.
Kreios winces almost imperceptibly, giving cause for Nihlus to be mildly intrigued, for the gesture could simply have been a shiver, or a blink. His dark skin twitches slightly, though from curiosity or the heat, he cannot be sure. He struggles with whether or not to comment on his slight pain, but in the end, Kreios is speaking again, and Nihlus brushes the incident from his consciousness.
"Oh dear me, no." An attempt at a charming smile turns sour as his lips split into his signature chaotic grin. Everything scrunched or pulled in the wrong places, endearing and volcanic. "I've but two parents, same as anyone. I was referencing my grand parents, mostly on my mother's side. My grandmother is Queen Scorch, you know." The revelation of his princehood is revealed casually, for the young man has no binding ties to the fire-woman who he may or may not have met - magical interference with time lines truly does cause headaches, so he moves on from the point.
"But enough about me. Who are your parents?" His voice is heavy, but it always has been throughout the conversation. He asks the question purposefully, but his glowing blue eyes are more sincere than cruel. Since the beginning the boy has had a need to know things, to know everything. Knowing about this Kreios is just another piece of the puzzle, you'll find.
Nihlus
rain manipulating son of Sinder & Noori
